One surveyor claims he drank an elephant piss beer from Pakistan — and we don’t doubt it. This place has a menu as long as an elephant’s member, filled with beers from around the country and around the world. If you’re over 6’2″, this probably isn’t the place for you, as the space was built for midgets and the pre-puberty crowd (both of which pack the bar nightly.) Bring your NYU I.D., an “I’m gonna drink till I’m fucked up beyond belief” attitude and a curvy baseball hat, and you’ll look like a regular. [MF]
145 Bleecker St.